HI GUYS!

I'm back, and now time for a new chapter of Dragoneye (and hopefully this time I'll spend more than just a couple of hours writing... I need to focus on quality.)

Now, time to read, and respond to the review(s?)!

Oh wait, there's only one... (T^T) Oh well, it's a nice one. OKAY!

Red-Demon-Angel: Thanks! I'll try to minimize the grammar errors, and flames don't really bother me, I just have to get better! (Also a lot of flames have what I'm bad at, so I know to improve that, and the others are good for cooking with.) And it doesn't matter if you're "just a normal teenage girl", as I'm only thirteen. Okay, now for the story :D

Len was extremely grateful for the hood, and the crowd. A while after exiting the woods, he had come across the broad pathway that led in the general direction of the city, filled with a caravan of merchants. And in a crowd, one always finds thieves.

A man had been attempting to pick his pocket (Not that he would've gotten anything, as Len had no supplies or money), and Len, having been alert due to his experience with crowds, had caught him at it. The pickpocket attempted to flee, but Len easily grabbed him with his enhanced physical strength, agility, reaction time, and speed.

(A/N I think I made him a bit too overpowered...)

Len hissed into his ear: "Give me that hood and I wont't make a scene" The thief, his eyes on the soldiers watching the crowd, nodded with his face pale. "Please, kind sir, let me go, and I will give you all my belongings, let alone the hood." His only response was "Just give me the hood," to which he gladly complied.

Now, Len was steadily forging his way through the crowd and towards the city gates. Suddenly, he heard something that greatly piqued his interest; a shout, coming from the vendors: "BANANAS FOR SALE! ONLY FIVE COPPER PER BUNDLE!"

Len groaned. BANANAS! BANANAS! Screamed his mind. YES! GIVE ME BANANAS! Agreed his stomach. Ugh. This is going to be a long walk... Maybe I can steal some... Don't abuse the overpoweredness that I granted you. You again? The Author? Yup. They increased the security at the fourth wall, so it took me a while to break through. Ummmm... What? Never mind. Just don't steal. BAI! Ooookaaay? ...

One hour of resisting bananas later...

Len was finally at the gates of the city of Excalibur. (A/N I'm very creative, I know... but I couldn't think of anything else...)

In his mind he saw the majestic golden doors gliding open, set into formidable stone walls.

With his eyes he saw a small wooden gate attached to a normal, relatively thin, brick wall. Oh well. My expectations were a little high, after all.And he took his first step into the city.

"Now, what do we have here?" said a guard, placing a pike in his path. "Only thugs and robbers would wear a hood like that," he sneered, "and it's my job not to let those types set foot in our glorious city. Now, take off the hood"

CRUD, thought Len. *sigh* Oh well. I can't do anything about this… And so he pulled off the hood, hoping that he could find something else to cover his face later. Everyone here would remember whose face his hood covered.

"OOOoooohhhh" said the crowd. Len blushed as he heard some of the girls giggle and mutter "He's so handsome" and flinched when they said "Who is he?" and wished that the guard had not made him take off his headgear. No way would he be unnoticed now. "O-okay," stuttered the guard, white-faced and trembling. "S-sorry, my lord. Go right ahead." And Len, his face still glowing bright red, hurried into the city.

After running from the gate, he made a beeline for the market; from his experience, there were always thieves at a market, and he hoped for the same situation through which he had acquired his hood would occur.

Somewhere else in Excaliber

"My lord, we have discovered that another dragoneye has set foot within the walls. He attempted to disguise himself, but his face is far too noble to be a commoner."

A teal-haired girl on a black throne smiled her most demonic smile. "Oh? Then let us see if he is worthy of his title...", and, at the market, still looking for something to cover his face with, Len sneezed. "Someone's talking about me..." he muttered.

Okay guys, that's all for now, sorry that it's still short, but writer's block is killing me. Anyways, remember to review and follow, so that I know how many people are actually reading this story, and so that I don't feel lonely... BAI!